White Liar

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It's been two months  since Jason proposed to me. He left to go back to Jersey the  Friday after Valentine's Day, he'll be back next Monday to stay until I go back to Jersey in a couple weeks.

We both agreed to wait to not get married until the next year during the summer. I missed him not being here already. He'll be back soon but he didn't want to leave  Angel by herself,  since she would've been out there by her self for a couple months, Amilio would've been there but only when he didn't have class.

Picking up my coat and keys, walking out the studio. It's 11 at night I had a very late shoot photo. I don't know why he wanted it so so late.

"Ouch." I suddenly fall my things falling with me as someone bumps into me.

"Sorry." I look up at the man, who looked oddly familiar. "Let me help you."

"No it's fine I got it."

"No please." He picks ups the remaining stuff handing it to me. "Are you Emily Knight?"

"Yes. And you are." I look around the parking lot just me and him in the dark only light is from the one street post in the corner.

"I'll see you around." He answers. Walking away.

I watch him disappear into the dark. I quickly unlock my door, getting into my car. I sigh pushing my hair back. That guy gave me the creeps.

Starting my car looking into the mirror I scream loudly as I see a man in a back seat. He covers my mouth and nose with a cloth, tear fill into my eyes. I accidentally breath in passing out into darkness.

•

I groan as I being to wake up feeling my head throbbing. Looking around I was in empty warehouse maybe. Who could have possibly taken me, they have the wrong girl. Tears threaten to spill from my eyes as I angrily try to free my self.

Hearing a door croak open and heavy footsteps introduce themselves. "I would stop if I was you, your going to get burns."

"Please you have the wrong girl." I plead. "I've done nothing wrong." I say as he turns away from me taking his  jacket off . I still can't see the mans face as it's only one dim light hanging above me.

He steps closer not enough to see his face. "Sweet Emily. You don't remember me." He smiles. I cry shaking my head no. He steps into the light as I gasp knowing this man is going to kill me.

"Brian . I-I-I- I thought you died?"

"No sweetie." He smiles wickedly. "Your father didn't do a good job this time his was messy." He grabs a chair. "He did  put my into a coma for a couple weeks. And did this to my face." He points to the rather larger scar going down his face.

"What do you want?" I plead out.

"I'm going to tell you a story." He leans back. "Did you know I had a son?" I shake my head no. "He was your brother."

"Ryder is not your son." I say angrily.

"Not that brother." He waves his hand. "His name was Daniel, you know your mother was a whore, she slept with me way before she married Big Daddy Greg. She got pregnant with our kid, and gave it up for adoption. I took him back and raised him when your sweet dad-who's not your dad, found out that his bitch had a baby who was not his and angered him and, haunted me and him down." He kicks the chair back standing, I jump quickly. "DO YOU KNOW WHAT HE DID TO MY BOY!" He shouts. "He killed him. He was innocent. He had nothing to do with this."

"No. NO. YOU'RE LYING. THATS ALL YOU DO IS LIE!"
I shout.

"No." He says. Walking around me in a circle. "Didn't you ever wander why it was mainly me who hurt you and your brother. Why I tortured you two so much?" He stops in-front of me. "Because your daddy killed my son cold blooded. And think it doesn't have consequences."